The Hem of Memory

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The Hem of Memory

The Hem of Memory I The funeral smelled of magnolia and wet earth. Clementine Beaumont stood at the edge of the cemetery, her black dress heavy with the kind of silk that costs more than most people's cars, watching strangers bury her grandmother. "Ma'am?" A park ranger approached with an umbrella and an expression that suggested he had seen this particular brand of grief before. "Storm's...

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